Sunday, April 10, 2005

The bluest eye...

Sunk in the grass of an empty lot on a spring Saturday, I split the stems of milkweed and thought about ants and peach pits and death and where the world went when I closed my eyes.

1 comment:

wildlawman said...

Melia, you words have a way of moving me, making me think, and taking me back home, if even for a moment. Keep writing! :)